I Confess...

Maurice

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I've just watched Sleepless In Seattle for the first time in a couple of years. I keep forgetting how easily I weep at these films. How sad am I?
 
Mo - you're not sad at all - just in touch with your feminine side which is lovely.

I cry at the drop of a hat including page 600 of the new Harry Potter - buckets in fact!
 
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Why are men applauded for 'getting in touch with their feminine side', yet no woman is urged to 'get in touch with her masculine side'?

And why is crying at a blindingly sentimental film thought to be 'feminine'? What is particularly feminine about bursting into tears? Some people cry more easily than others, while, regardless of being male or female, some don't. I'm a bit fed up with this 'feminine side' stuff - some men and some women just have a more sentimental streak than others. Tell men to get in touch with their sentiments, if they need to, but let's leave feminizing them out of it!
 
I know men that cry quite easily (birth of a child, death in a family or a sad movie) and to me it is just a normal reaction.
 
Originally posted by Homer J@Jul 30 2005, 10:19 PM
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In for a penny, in for a pound...

I get a sore chest every time I watch It's A Wonderful Life. I'm fighting back the tears from the moment Old Man Gower hits young George on his bad ear and I struggle thereafter. It's painful but I just love the film.

There are plenty others which come close.
 
The last time I cried was when Stan "The Man" Collymore scored in the last minute to make in Liverpool 4 Newcastle 3 in 1995.

Before that, it was when Bambi's mother died (c.1986).
 
Originally posted by Relkeel@Jul 31 2005, 09:52 AM
The last time I cried was when Stan "The Man" Collymore scored in the last minute to make in Liverpool 4 Newcastle 3 in 1995.

Before that, it was when Bambi's mother died (c.1986).
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Why did you have to remind me ...
 
;) Very droll, young Chris!

There is always one thing that I really can't listen to without becoming seriously snuffly, and that's Elgar's 'Nimrod', usually when played by a full-throttle brass band at air shows. If you have a clear, blue sky, and are watching replicas of the little planes that the 'boys' flew in WWI, or the remaining Spitfire soar aloft, I defy anyone not to get a lump in the throat. Not because it's all so beautiful, but because among all the beauty of such bright, young lives, we managed (as a species) to wreck and ruin so much of it.

Bugger, I've set meself off now... :cry:
 
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